It was grey and overcast when Sara and Joan met on the beach; no one else in sight. A watercolour of pink, pale blue and a streak of gold stretched across the east and the twinkling lights of the Newhaven ferry came into view as it approached the harbour. The sea water at 5C was flat calm with a low incoming tide and a steady north wind blew. Air temp. 2C. Sara and I walked out to meet the sea; swimming depth yet a long way off. Sara headed for France promising to return with a freshly baked batch of croissants and then suddenly changed course as she tried to keep up with a flight of elusive cormorants. Joan suggested she try instead to catch a waning moon which had appeared in a break in the clouds. We swam as the cormorants and seagulls flew overhead and the oyster catchers skimmed the surface in their hunt for rich pickings in the exposed rocks. Sara peeled off her wetsuit and in her cossie headed back into the sea rolling around around in delight. We both thoroughly enjoyed our morning swim and a warming 'cuppa' afterwards.
Sara and Joan
In: 0745, Out: 0800
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